Robert Rorabeck

Christmas Sky - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

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Sunlight has its new management again in the sky: You were kissing her: I could not describe youAgain in the sunlight of the cul-de-sac of anotherHoneymoon-But I saw you again in the ferris wheels ofI don’t know-But I saw you again in his arms and across the Train tracks even though nothing else of it was Anything special: And the daylight seeds over the teeth of dragons, But anything more from the classical Literature is lost to me-And Johnny Apple seed has burned down my throat, And you are still climbing up the latter to himIn the stars-My uncle is still selling grapefruit and calebasas-The ukuleles still sing across the yardsLike the hind ends of Locusts-That this is the very end of summer, and the fireworksHave burned, And all of our greatest loves have disappeared beneath the Rose bushes-As the fish still try to leap to kiss the tattooed lips of The angels bending down in the constellations of A less than Christmas sky.